Lucio Dalla

“It bothered me to see how many testimonies focused on who he remembered rather than on Lucio. Me, me, me... That me, protagonist at all costs, beyond good taste, beyond shame, basking, in the warmth of the bright spotlight. But there was, more than ever, only one protagonist. Now, I hope, the "memories" will fade away and his music will continue to be powerful, aristocratic and popular.”

“He will be born and will not be afraid of our son | and who knows what he will be like tomorrow, | on which roads he will walk, | what will he have in his hands, his hands, | he will move and be able to fly, | he will swim on a star, | how beautiful you are | and if she is a female she will be called | Future. || Her name said this night | it's already scary, | she will be different, beautiful as a star | it will be you in miniature. (from Futura, side B, n. 4)”

“She was turning sixteen | that day my mother, | the tavern verses | she sang her the lullaby. | And holding me to her chest that she knew, | she smelled of the sea, | she played at being a woman | with the baby to be swaddled. (from 4/3/1943, side B, n. 3)”

“He Says he was a handsome man and came, | he came from the sea, | he spoke another language, | but he knew how to love | and that day he took my mother | on a beautiful meadow, | the sweetest hour before being killed. (from 4/3/1943Text by Paola Pallottino., side B, n. 3)”